The night unspooled slow as a ripple

on a reed-choked pond, thick with the unsaid unsung

questions what if why not what if how come?

tiny mouths like fish nipping the surface

teasing the moon out of the treetops.

Belly-down in soft grass did I watch

a honeybee burrow into the tip of a foxglove

and imagine your hands again love

indecent at my little twilight tryst?

Lace panties, a book, a beer and a candle…

I read and wrote and dozed but didn’t text

you here. Promises kept, good girl

go swallow summer hand over fist

sweet basil, sungolds, like this like this.